Chapter 2:
Stephanie felt Sportacus's arm go around her, and she instinctively snuggled against him as he ran his hand up and down her arm.
"Maybe it is time that we talked Sportacus", she said. "Ever since my 21st birthday I haven't been able to be in the same room with you for more than a few minutes. I haven't been the same friend to you that I have always been, and you deserve to know why."
She turned to face him, and cupped his face in her hands. "I love you".
Then she kissed him, hesitantly at first, tasting his lips. Recovering from his initial shock, Sportacus wrapped his strong arms around her waist, deepening the kiss. He reveled in the way her lips felt against his own, felt her tongue slip through his lips and press against his.
Then, as if she had suddenly come to her senses, Stephanie broke the kiss and pulled back.
"I..I'm sorry" she whispered. "I shouldn't have done that...I--"
Sportacus placed a finger on her lips, "Shh, you don't have to apologize." His Icelandic blue eyes shone in the firelight. "Let me tell you a story. Long ago in Lazytown there was a man who had many friends but still felt alone. Then one day a pink haired girl arrived and turned his life upside down. Everyday they grew closer until they were very great friends. As the girl grew up, the man realized that one day she would be more to him than just his friend. She was meant for him, if he could be patient. So I waited, and I knew that I would have to let you decide on your own if you could love me. Don't you see Stephanie? I have loved you for a long time." And then it was his turn to kiss her, and he did, running his hands through her pink hair.
They stayed locked in their embrace for a long time, enjoying the feel of each other's bodies. Stephanie ran her hands down his well muscled chest and around to his equally well muscled back. Sportacus brought his hands to her rear and pulled her closer into him, and Stephanie gasped as she felt his hardness pressing into her hip.
"Sportacus..." she breathed. He caught her hair in his hands and twisted it in his fingers as he tilted her head up, exposing her smooth throat. He brought his lips to her and planted tiny kisses up and down her neck, making her quiver in anticipation. He wanted this more than anything else in the world, but he needed to make sure that she was ready. He forced himself to let her go.
"Don't stop Sportacus!" she almost begged.
"Whoa, hold on a minute," he softly said in a thickly accented voice. "I don't want to make you do anything you aren't ready for. I want you more than anything but you need to tell me that this is ok."